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Anonymous ID: bKYdm135United States /pol/507405029#507442466
6/15/2025, 7:53:01 AM
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There is literally an MOS that has less than 100 people in its entire history that requires perfect line scores, Top Secret clearance, and extensive psychological testing. If you clear you won't even need to look into the job, they are actively hunting you down and snatch you from anywhere else in the Army because they have never been able to fill the slots. It is a guaranteed Warrant within a year unless you are a complete fuck up. The Army can't even fill the gaps by pointing the officer corps towards it because the entire officer class is nepobaby retards. Anyone that is even halfway to the requirements would never join the Army now. When I was in training, I was literally the only person in my class and all my instructors were retirees. It take an extremely rare case of fixation on numbers, mechanical genius, intuitive understanding of electronics, normal enough to pass all the psych/security shit, a complete absence of agency, and yet still be willing to sign the mark contract that makes those positions impossible to fill. When I was still in those kinda jobs were called Star MOS, and mine was the unicorn even among them.

No one with those qualification is enlisting or commissioning in the current year, and the Army's reserves of guys like that are all ETSing because they are old, bitter, and asocial schizos.

The fact you can't figure that out despite all I said is exactly why the US military is up shit creek without a paddle. In the parlance of the kids: you a buncha broke ass niggers who got no rizz and mald over sigma chad who stack cash, fuck bitches, think this country mid af frfr.

Now excuse me because this conversation has me giggling enough I finna have a 'tis fit. I plan to crank up the music I am listening to, crack another bottle of wine, and dance around my house naked before pulling up my bank account on my phone and laughing so hard I might end up coughing and spitting mucus all over myself.
Stay poor, Eglin. Stay mad, I got mine